Humans Are Almost Always Lonely.

A Man's Flesh Is His Own; The Water Belongs To The Tribe.

Politics: The Art Of Appearing Candid And Completely Open While Concealing As Much As Possible.

We Sift Reality Through Screens Composed Of Ideas . (and Such Ideas Have Their Roots In Older Ideas.) Such Idea Systems Are Necessarily Limited By Language , By The Ways We Can Describe Them. That Is To Say: Language Cuts The Grooves In Which Our Thoughts Move. If We Seek New Validity Forms (other Laws And Other Orders) We Must Step Outside Language.

There Is Probably No More Terrible Instant Of Enlightenment Than The One In Which You Discover Your Father Is A Man - With Human Flesh.

Prisons Are Needed Only To Provide The Illusion That Courts And Police Are Effective. They're A Kind Of Job Insurance.